𝐷𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠

52

{Quîncy}

After about 3 vîsîts to the baby class, Tîara îs less nervous and a lot more...bubbly.

Rîght now for înstance, she can't sît stîll as Î'm sîgnîng us out for the day.

"What dîd you thînk about the whole babîes havîng more bones than adults thîng?"
Î mutter, grabbîng her hand.

"Weîrd."

"Yeah, ît's so crazy."
Î agree wholeheartedly.

"You owe me a kîss. 2 now."
She remînds me on the way to the car.

"Mhm."
Î mutter, pattîng down my pockets for the keys as she dances around me.

"Can you stop beîng cute for one moment, sugar?"
Î roll my eyes, grabbîng her bag when Î can't fînd them.

She stops and folds her arms.

Î fînally look up.

"What?"

She holds up the keys.

"Can you pay attentîon to me?"
She pouts.

"Yes, after we go to Lowes Î'll gîve you all the attentîon you want."
Î pat her head.

"After you replace the door, you mean."
She narrows her eyes.

Î grîn sheepîshly.

The other day Î got a lîttle drunk wîth the boys and we ended up ruînîng the bathroom door.

Tîara was pîssed.

Puck too.

"Ah."
Î sîgh, reluctantly pullîng her close.

"How can Î not take tîme out of my day to apprecîate my sexy future wîfe?"
Î mutter, pushîng her haîr out of her face.

Ît brîngs unînterrupted joy to my heart every tîme the word even leave my mouth.

Î wîll spend the rest of my lîfe wîth thîs woman.
Î've never looked forward to somethîng so much.

My toes curl as she kîsses me softly.

She knows damn well what her soft kîsses do to me.

"Don't try to dîstract me, Î'm stîll mad about the door."
She breathes agaînst my lîps.

"Î know. You sexy mama."
Î rest my hands on her stomach.

She rolls her eyes.

"Î hope our son doesn't have your charm. Then ît'll be 2 agaînst one, Î'll never wîn."

Î smîrk.

"Well îf our daughter has your pretty eyes, Î'll never be able to tell her no."

She sîde steps me and opens the door.

"Thîs îs rîdîculous. Î'm askîng what the gender îs tomorrow at the doctor."
She mutters to herself.

Î grab the door just before she closes ît.

"You wîll do no such thîng."
Î growl, narrowîng my eyes.

She narrows hers back.

"Watch what your mama says when she comes back and fînds out we stîll haven't set up the baby's room. You just watch."
She advîses.